So how is the 9th grade?At the moment Im dating a girl that my best friend was in love. Even if they never dated I feel bad. But tomorrow I may get to 3rd base or maybe even more.
So how is the 9th grade?At the moment Im dating a girl that my best friend was in love. Even if they never dated I feel bad. But tomorrow I may get to 3rd base or maybe even more.
Gentlemen, we are BACK BABY!
(keep it going gafconfess@gmail.com)
Maybe if we have one.
Truth be told this is fine but sometimes the confessional can be a bit of a pain, keeping everyone's secrets and changing the way you see some GAFers, and especially with all the really terrible terrible confessions that aren't posted. It can depress you for a real long time. Feels bad man.
Let me put this in perspective.One time i got banned on GAF .and i still am and am thoroughly upset about it![]()
Also on holiday i had been out clubbing and on return after my friend had passed out i went and got a bottle of water . left the fridge door open in my friends house over night, ruined all the food for this massive party they were having the next day, then in the morning i had to sit and watch as my buddy get destroyed by his parents even though i knew i'd done it, never admitted to it, never will..
Let me put this in perspective.
This guy sent me an email confession with image tags in it so when I copied/pasted it it would show up like a post written gaf.
Yeah....don't be that guy.
So my parents are really gullible people and I feel pretty bad about it. They have always pushed me to try and be a doctor and I didn't want to be one, so when I attempted to try and do my own thing, my parents would try and twist words and such to make me feel guilty about it. By the time college came around, I tried the pre-med route, but eventually some classes did me in. But every time I spoke to my parents, I just couldn't bring myself to tell them that I failed, because every cue that I'd give them would lead to some sort of lecture. I insisted that things were going 'okay' and went a different route for my education. I claimed to have taken the MCAT, I claimed to complete the courses, and filled all the necessary applications, yet never did in reality. My parents took everything I told them at face value including scores, grades, etc. Never asked for proof. When I told them of being 'rejected' that still didn't make em' give up. They want me to apply again this year, paying for the applications. The walls are probably closing in on me at this point. I can't simply 'fake' the payments and tell them once again of rejection. I can't feel absolutely terrible in the sense that they didn't pay for any of my tuition, but at the same time, I've strung them along for so many years giving them false hope. Obviously my lies weren't hard enough to make them lose hope, but I can only say that in hindsight...I didn't realize my parents would be that persistent. But I suppose that's karma for having lied.
What's most annoying though has always been that 'medical school' is the only way for me....even now that I have a job, my parents aren't happy. They insist I should study for law, if medical school does not work out, or work to become a self made businessman, as in own my own properties, even though I have no entrepreneurial ambitions. I tell them I don't want to, and my dad explains that my brother didn't listen to him and now he's stuck in his life with a 40k job, with no girlfriend/wife. I have to listen to his life experience, or else, I will fail like my brother. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, my dad, as overbearing as he is, has worked unbelievably hard to support me...it's just that he's so stubborn in this regard that he is essentially trying to prevent me from living my own life. And that's what depresses me every day.
In short, probably safe to say my dad and I are terrible human beings.
Proactive tl;dr: Dude has an Asian father.
You can tell it's real because <yawn>Well, since the thread's still going, I'll add a real confession to the mix. I'm not saying all the confessions you get aren't real. I'm just implying it.
It's been a long time since I was 18, but it was an interesting year for me. Left college because I was doing poorly and because I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my life and got a job at a local mom-and-pop retailer.
The owners were pretty cool. We occasionally hung out... went for dinner, whatever. At the location I worked (there were two), we'd occasionally go out after work with the the "mom" of "mom-and-pop" and catch a movie. Then there's this one night we catch some dark comedy, just me and this woman. And we're sitting there and she puts her hand on my thigh. And it gets higher. And higher. She never quite puts it on the goods, but it's damn close. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom like three times during the movie -- thanks partly to a massive movie theatre drink and also just the excitement of this woman's obvious advances. Afterwards, little is said of it. We talk about how we enjoyed the movie, but as a horny teen I don't do what I probably should have done and shut her down. There had always been banter at work -- mild flirtation and what not. It was flattering... she was older... in her 30s and pretty hot, but I never took it seriously. Until then.
Maybe a week or two later, we make plans to watch a movie at my place. And that night, with Falling Down in the background -- a movie I still haven't seen in its entirety, I lose my virginity to a woman who's probably 15 years my senior. There's not really much to be said of the sex. For me it was amazing... and thankfully from foreplay to end it was about an hour. I think the thing I feared most about my first sexual experience was that it would be over in 20 seconds.
We had another "get together" at my place (or more accurately, my mom's place), where she bought some disappointing lingerie and I probably was disappointingly not much better in bed ;-) ...and that was that. Despite my better knowledge, I couldn't help get emotionally engaged now that I'd broken into the world of sexual activity. She ended it badly (by not really ending "it" at all) and I reacted badly and tearfully to her withdrawal... but somehow I remained employed, confused and a little bitter. I think I would have taken it better had we maintained the same flirtatiousness at work, without the physical aspect of the relationship, but maybe she sensed that something was going wrong and that I was in too deep.
In the end I felt shitty for sleeping with a married woman... and worse, sleeping with wife of my other boss, a guy I liked. Looking back I know that she was really the one pushing the envelope, so that's got to count for something... but I'll forever feel like a bit of a jerk. I knew what I was doing was wrong. On the other hand, I was getting some, and that was awesome.
Sometimes I wonder what they're up to now. The business was badly run and it failed. I can't imagine their marriage survived, and I wonder if I ever came up as ammunition in a fight. I've tried to look them both up, but there don't seem to be any traces of them on social media. Don't think I'd ever contact them... just wonder where they are today.
pro-active tl;dr: Dude claims all your confessions are fake. Tells story about sleeping with his boss's wife when he was 18 who was probably 15 years older than him. She drops him. He feels bad. Doesn't tell anyone.
You can tell it's real because <yawn>
OH CRAP! forgot the subject!! I forget you guys don't see them the way I do. Fixed now. You're still suspect though B-Dubs!
Hey Ronito, can I make a suggestion? When you post confessions, you should copy what they put in the subject line into the Title of the Post. Like I've done with this post.
Or like the summary man does.
Edit: Oops, crap.. Sorry for those who thought this bump was another confession..
Nothing new?
I listen to Lady Gaga when I'm running on the treadmill.
Nope, we need better confessions.
I second this motion. Listen to some more manly musics!You heathen.
I second this motion. Listen to some more manly musics!
I'm listening to The Glorious Dead by The Heavy right now. It's already making me more of a jaded, cynical man's man.
I second this motion. Listen to some more manly musics!
IS MY MANHOOD STILL IN QUESTION!?
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WHAT IS A MAN?!
A miserable pile of sweat on his brow.
Wait.
don't judge me
i don't judge youoften
I'm not touching this one.
That last part makes me nervous... I must confess.
I'm not touching this one.
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Defence noted. Sentence is... death.
Defense
To the gallows with you, spelling fiend.
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That spelling is acceptable here. Boom!
I'm listening to The Glorious Dead by The Heavy right now. It's already making me more of a jaded, cynical man's man.
Tracks I'm listening to right now:
Be Mine
What Makes a Good Man?
IS MY MANHOOD STILL IN QUESTION!?
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Listening to that made me feel dirty
I listened to Be Mine. Yes your manhood is still in question.
Hey man, I got a motherfucking carpet on my chest.
Back in 1999/2000 when I was in middle school. I stole a binder full of Pokemon cards from my friend. He had everything, the entire base and jungle sets, and even doubles of nearly all of the holos. I stole it when we played football during lunch. All of us would always set our backpacks in one huge pile and then go out in the field to play. I came to the field late one time and noticed his binder peaking out of his backpack. I placed my backpack next to his and slyly moved his binder into my pack. I was nervous as heck once the day ended because we rode the same bus home. He was bummed out and looking as depressed as ever when I saw him down the aisle. At that point, I didn't have the nerves to return his cards fearing the backlash. He never mentioned his cards were stolen and we eventually went to different high schools and I never saw him again.
I've been trying to locate him on all the major social networks but can't seem to find him. I want to apologize to the guy and give him monetary compensation for his loss because that was a shitty move on my part and I have never owned up to it.
This is the worst gaffer in the thread so far, beats HIVman and doozy by a mile!
As rough as losing a Charizard is, maybe the kid decided to find a new hobby after that, one that wasn't so game-limiting as far as romance went. Maybe he did the guy a really big favour.What a monster.
I don't discuss these thoughts with family or friends because I feel
that doing so would be hurtful and manipulative.
I have not been able to find a job since graduating from high school a
couple of years ago. I've sent out numerous applications and received
a few interviews. In the process I've become terrified of seeking
work, harboring the unshakeable feeling that my failure is a foregone
conclusion.
Making a fresh attempt inevitably sets off a self-directed tirade that
goes something like this:
" . . . Why are you even trying? You are unattractive. You are
unusual. You are undesirable and no one is going to hire you. You are
nothing like Axxx or Kxxxxxx, nor could you ever hope to be. They are
normal people. They are acceptable people. You are not. You will
always be a burden. You will always be a host of potential, but
nothing more. You have disappointed everyone and will continue to do
so. You are not normal and cannot be. Your attempts to appear normal
will fail and invite mockery. You are the same idiot you have always
been. Nothing has changed. Kill yourself. Your presence makes people
uncomfortable. You can hide from them, but you will still be a burden
on your family. If you kill yourself now, then you won't have to
experience the consequences of yet another failure. You won't bother
anyone anymore. . . ."
It just spirals out of control like that every time, reducing me to
tears. It is something that I keep to myself. However, it has really
done a number on my confidence over the years. I put on a brave face
in front of my peers and family, but the truth is that it is becoming
more and more difficult to motivate myself to get through the day. I
don't even know what I'm striving toward.
pro-active tl;dr: Dude steals a binder of sweet pokemon cards
I've been trying to locate him on all the major social networks but can't seem to find him.
As rough as losing a Charizard is, maybe the kid decided to find a new hobby after that, one that wasn't so game-limiting as far as romance went. Maybe he did the guy a really big favour.
I'm not saying the confessor saved the guy from a lifetime of basement dwelling or anything, but if he eventually finds out that the friend is now successful and has a wife and kids, it might be better to just send the cards back to him anonymously with a note saying "I saved you from becoming a 40 yo virgin. You're welcome!"
Glad she's admitting it, even if she won't add a name to the quote. It's absolutely true.
Ok first thing: GET HELP. SEE A DOCTOR.
Now that that's out of the way let me give you some more practical advice as someone who has had the chance to be on both sides of the interviewing process as a candidate and the interviewer.
Being "not normal" is your best asset. As a candidate you think things like "oh man I'm not normal this isn't gonna work." But as an interviewer the view is completely different. I mean think of it. You sit there interviewing faceless person after faceless person. The one who stands out the one who "isn't normal" is the one you remember.
Trust me it's reverse of what you think as a candidate. Also, get help.
Making a fresh attempt inevitably sets off a self-directed tirade that
goes something like this: